Wait, why is this blond guy a lolicon?

Chapter 179 The Arena of Cultivation, The First Declarant of War!

After reporting the situation to Koizumi Aoyama.

The two lingered for a while longer amidst the deepening twilight and the dazzling lights of the school festival.

Lan Xinlan was so exhausted that she could barely stand without leaning on Jiang Ling.

They had just begun their journey home.

"Alan~"

"Hmm... Oh no! Ah, it's okay, it's okay..."

Lan Xinlan hurriedly responded, her cheeks flushing suspiciously in the darkness and lamplight.

Jiang Ling looked at her with amusement, raising an eyebrow: "I've never seen you like this when you ride a motorcycle. Why is your face so red today, like a monkey's bottom?"

Because the large and small bags purchased took up most of the space in the back seat.

Lan Xinlan was almost pressed tightly against his chest.

His warmth and breath flowed through her without any obstruction; that solid, reliable feeling, mixed with the vibrations of her heartbeat, made her head spin, as if she were soaking in warm honey water.

As for the specific location where the "intense sense of oppression" was felt.

Alan bit her lower lip, determined never to say a word.

"Ah, Alan is fine...it's just a little hot..."

She muttered softly, burying her burning cheeks even deeper into his broad chest.

Instead of returning to the student dormitory, they went directly to Jiang Ling's residence.

The motorcycle stopped, and Lan Xinlan tried to jump off by herself, but her legs were too weak and she stumbled.

Jiang Ling turned around quickly, scooped her up with his arm, and easily hoisted her onto his shoulder like carrying a sack of rice.

"ah!"

She gasped softly, then pursed her lips, giggled, and hummed softly as he carried her into the house.

The won plush toys and unfinished snacks were haphazardly piled up next to the closet.

Lan Xinlan was set down and sat on the soft tatami mat. She looked around the space filled with his presence and recalled their date all day long—the warmth of their hands touching, the delicious food they ate together, the games they played, how they crushed a huge conspiracy together, and his broad chest…

She was enveloped by an immense, almost unreal sense of happiness.

She had to forcefully press down on the corners of her mouth to suppress the ever-present upward smirk of her auntie.

It always feels unreal.

"Want to take a shower? You go ahead," Jiang Ling said, taking off her coat and heading towards the kitchen.

"Oh, okay..."

Lan Xinlan nodded, stood up, but stood there somewhat awkwardly.

"Uh," Jiang Ling said, pointing towards the bedroom as if remembering something.

"Your change of clothes are in the wardrobe on the left. They belong to Miyu. She's not here right now, so you can wear hers for now. They should fit you."

"Miwa's..."

Lan Xinlan repeated softly as she walked towards the wardrobe.

Her fingers traced the familiar scent of each garment, and her muffled voice came from behind the wardrobe door:

"Where...did she go? You two...um, I remember you were a couple. Did you tell her about us?"

"She won't be back for a while," Jiang Ling paused, "As for our situation, we haven't discussed it yet, but I'll try to persuade Meiyu..."

"I'm going to... take a shower."

"Um."

"Want to come along?"

"what?"

"No... Alan just said it casually..."

bump--

The bathroom door was closed.

Ten minutes later, the air was filled with steam.

Lan Xinlan came out wearing Meiyu's strawberry patterned nightgown, her long hair loosely tied into a bun, her fair skin glowing with a faint pink hue after her bath.

His chubby cheeks were as smooth as a peeled egg.

So cute~

"You...you look quite cute in Miyu's clothes," Jiang Ling said with a smile as she placed the fried rice on the table.

"Come and eat."

As he spoke, his gaze inadvertently drifted to her chest.

The cage, which was originally only big enough for an A+ level, was now filled with a B+ level monster, which was quite a sight—Alan's physique was the pinnacle.

Any more and she wouldn't be a loli, any less and she would lose her unique voluptuous features.

"Let's call this 'mature woman-level' loli," Jiang Ling thought to herself.

Lan Xinlan was a little sullen as she sat down at the dining table.

"Isn't this outfit cute?"

"Yeah, Miyu used to wear this to bed, uh..."

I was going to say that you must have seen it when you were peeping in the closet, but then I thought it might be hurtful, so I swallowed it and just smiled:

"You look adorable in it too, Alan."

He reached out and gently pinched her cheek; the touch was smooth and delicate, like touching a warm, moist water baby.

"What's wrong?"

Noticing that she seemed a little downcast, Jiang Ling asked with concern:

"Is it not tasty?"

He walked to her side, took her hand, and then noticed a few cold tears had fallen on the back of her hand.

"If you have something to say, just say it. It's really uncomfortable to keep it inside, right?"

"..."

Jiang Ling simply picked her up, walked to the closet, bent down, opened the closet, and then crawled inside with her in his arms.

The cabinet door closed, and in the cramped darkness, only their breaths and body heat remained.

"Alan, speak."

"No matter what happens, I will always be by your side. I want to listen to your joys and sorrows."

She clutched the fabric of his shirt tightly, burying her face in it. At first, she only sobbed softly, but gradually, her cries were filled with years of pent-up grievances and insecurity.

She gripped his hand tightly, her voice barely audible:

"At home, Alan is the second oldest. In his father's and mother's eyes, the eldest brother has always been the pillar who shoulders the hopes of the family. In addition, many younger brothers and sisters were born at that time, so even now, they are closer to the third sister, fourth brother, fifth sister, and sixth brother..."

Lan Xinlan lowered her head and continued:

"It seems that all my parents asked of Alan was to 'live well and not cause trouble for the family.' They said that my older brother would take care of the family business, and my younger siblings would bring me joy... But what about Alan? Alan seems to be just a shadow in the family, going out with everyone and coming home with everyone. No one would think of me, and no one would feel that they needed me..."

She sniffed: "I remember once, when Daddy came back from England, he brought each of the children a Toylander toy race car... one for each child. There weren't any extras, and my fourth brother accidentally broke his while playing with it. He cried and tried to take mine... I pushed him away, just to protect my gift..."

Her voice trembled: "Father scolded me, saying, 'You're the older sister, what's wrong with giving in to your younger brother? You can't lay a hand on him!'... But, but Father didn't know that day... was also Alan's birthday. That little car was the first gift Alan had ever received from Father... Even if it was just a casual gift, it still belonged to Alan... But in the end, it was just given away like that!"

"From that moment on, Alan understood... Alan seemed unable to hold onto anything—his favorite toys, his family's attention, even just a little bit of love that was uniquely his... Alan couldn't grasp any of it, like... like a little mouse hiding in a gutter, only able to pick up what others didn't want, or the care that accidentally fell down... Everything was charity, everything was incidental..."

"Later, I went to school and met Alina, and then I met Ruyu... Alan thought that he had finally found friends he would never lose, but Ruyu left, and now Alina is gone too... Alan is alone again. Alan is always losing things, always watching important things slip through his fingers... Does Alan not deserve to have anything good?"

She looked up, trying to find Jiang Ling's eyes in the darkness, her vision blurred by tears.

But the emotions conveyed in his words were exceptionally clear and intense:

"But today... today I was so happy with Ah Ling, so happy, it felt like a dream. We played together, ate delicious food together, and caught bad guys like detectives..."

Alan can sense that your feelings for Alan are genuine, just as genuine as Alan's feelings for you!

"Alan even thought that he would finally no longer have to lick the overflowing happiness of others like a little mouse in the gutter, and that he could finally have a bright and clear joy that belonged entirely to him..."

Tears streamed down her face. Lan Xinlan clutched the collar of her nightgown, her voice choked with a sob, tinged with grievance.

"But! But just now... when you saw me wearing this nightgown, your first words were 'wearing Miyu's clothes'! You were thinking of Miyu! This dress belongs to Miyu, this room is where Miyu usually lives, and even you... the person you liked the most was Miyu!"

"Look! Even Alan's current 'cuteness' is only because he's wearing Miyu's clothes! Even the little bit of affection and love Alan gets from you... isn't it just because Alan... took advantage of the situation when Miyu wasn't around? Just like how you used to take the toys your younger siblings didn't want, you took advantage of the time Miyu temporarily gave you up?!"

"That's not true, Alan!"

Jiang Ling reached out to help her pull the bra strap back, and said firmly:

"Alan, at least my feelings for you are definitely not something left over from someone else..."

"I don't believe it!"

Lan Xinlan, unusually forcefully, shook off his hand, tears streaming down her face.

Those eyes, which were always so gentle and downcast or darting away, were now burning with a flame that Jiang Ling had never seen before—

It was the culmination of extreme grievances and the end of deep sorrow that finally broke through the soil, carrying with it a stubbornness and determination born of pain.

Instead of adjusting her clothes, she leaned forward, cupped Jiang Ling's face in her hands, and haphazardly planted kisses, salty with tears, on his cheeks and chin.

Finally, almost resolutely, he silenced her as she tried to explain.

It was a haphazard kiss, filled with tears and trembling, yet incredibly passionate and unwavering.

"Alan, stop being that 'shadow' who only hides in the corner, waiting to be assigned tasks or picking up leftovers!"

"Alan is fed up with always losing! Fed up with always being relegated to the back! Fed up with even liking someone having to first suspect that he's stolen someone else's!"

She grabbed Jiang Ling's hand and pressed it against her own rapidly heaving chest, where it was burning hot and her heart was pounding like a drum.

"Alan likes you, Jiang Ling. Her feelings are no less than Meiyu's, and no later than Meiyu's! It's just that Alan is too foolish, too timid, always feeling unworthy, too afraid to speak up, too afraid to fight for you!"

"But now, Alan understands! What you love, you have to hold onto firmly! The happiness you want, you have to fight for it yourself!"

Her voice, choked with sobs, echoed in the cramped closet:

"Therefore, Alan is declaring war! Declaring war on that most important place in your heart! Declaring war on Li Meiyu!"

"This time, Alan won't back down or hide. Alan is going to 'snatch' you away from her! I want her to taste what it feels like to watch the person you like be with someone else! Just like... just like Alan once watched you two from inside the closet!"

"From today onward, Alan will be a 'plunderer'! He will actively strive for and firmly grasp everything that belongs to Alan!"

"Alan swears... he'll never lose you again!"